Henry! she exclaimed, what kind of a dance was that?
Philip—My man, I think you are one of the most self-controlled men I have ever seen.
Morris—Howcum?
Philip—You seem to have an awful lot of trouble with your flivver. You get angry with it, and yet you never swear at it.
Morris—Well, you see it’s this way. I don’t think the flivver is worth a damn.
It was in one of the “ten, twent, thirt” vaudeville houses where moving pictures are shown. An Oriental act has been concluded and incense filled the house.
Usher, complained a pompous man in an aisle seat, I smell punk.